The Heart of Pain

Aislinn is a girl who is abused constantly. She went through hard times in life and yet she never said a word. Until now, she finally says the words that had been built up over the years.

Submitted:Oct 8, 2012
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The Heart of Pain

She firmly placed a high-heeled foot on my chest, crushing me.
The look on her face, my mother's face, was pure fury. She sat
there, leisurely, watching me struggle to breathe. A smile graced
her blood-red lips. Even though it's a smile only for me, I felt
dread weigh me down even more. She removed her foot and I gasped
for air. My mother got up from her "Throne" and stood next to me,
gazing at me. Her ice blue eyes hardened and she kicked me in the
stomach so hard, I flew backwards, feeling my body constrict
against the pain.

I looked up, tears forming in my eyes as she walked away and left
me on the floor. I got up slowly and made my way upstairs where
my only sanctuary lies. I opened the door and silently closed it.
I pressed my back against the door, sliding down until I was on
the ground. Tears dripped down, leaving me struggling to remember
my name through the pain. Aislinn Green, yes. Green, Green,
Green. I cried myself asleep while I remembered the only
person I'd loved.

Morning light filtered through my blinds and woke me from my
slumber. I was freezing and breathing hard. Another day at
school. Another day I had to endure.

I got ready quickly and walked to school, feeling the sunlight
warm up the places that hurt. I got what I needed for my next few
classes and headed over to the science room.

Just my luck, the only people who were there was Alex Anders and
Nikki Jones. They were chatting but when I walked in, they
snickered haughtily.

"Aw, look at her. She's all cutesy and innocent," Alex whispered
loudly to Nikki. She then continued on in a steel-hard voice, "As
if! I bet the whole guy population in our school has been
there."

I drowned out their voices, noticing that I was ten minutes early
and the teacher isn't here yet. I opened my folder and took out
my homework. Click Clack. The sound of high heels
resounded in the room. I looked up and saw Nikki and Alex
standing there with identical sneers on their faces.

"So, Aislinn, how many have you been with?" Nikki asked me,
tilting her head to indicate that she was superior.

"Excuse me?" I said, already able to make out what she was about
to do next. She leaned forward, extending her hand.
Whap! She slapped me clear across the face, her nails
breaking the skin.

"You know what I mean, you-" she was cut off when the teacher
walked in. He looked over the three of us, taking in the scene.

"Ms. Green, have you been causing trouble again?" He asked me.
But before I could answer, Nikki said:

"Yeah, she called me a slut. What are we going to do?" she
whined, cowering behind Alex.

"Really, Ms. Green? How old are you? Thirteen?" he asked me
skeptically. "Go to the principal's office with Nikki. Now!"

The principal heard what happened from Nikki and gave me
detention. I don't even get a say so, I just live on. I went on
with my maddened life.

"Alright! You can go home now!" the principal said to me. I hung
my head low as I trudged home. It was already dark since it was
the dead of winter. Then it happened.

It was a snowy day where everyone was either at home or at work.
It was also a day when I died inside. At the mouth of the alley,
a pair of hands shot out and grabbed me.

"Ha, she was even nicer than I thought," a male voice said. It
was Mike Connels! What is going on?!

"I know, right? I like what I'm seeing," the guy behind me
laughed. Janor Michelis was here, too? He snaked his arm under my
shirt, feeling my body with his cold hands.

"Now, let's get her into the car," Mike said, walking out from
the shadows. He held a roll of duct tape in his hands and he was
grinning devilishly.

"NOOO!" I screamed before my mouth was duct taped. A hit behind
my neck blurred everything and then my vision went dark.

I only gained consciousness a few times and those times were
horrifying. An example was Mike's bare chest above me and my arms
above my neck, tied to what seems like a bedpost. During that
time, I felt burning sensations everywhere. My neck, my stomach,
my legs, everywhere.

I had only gained full consciousness when I was tossed out of the
car onto wet sludge and gravel. The scratches from before
reopened and I shivered. My coat has been torn to tatters and my
body ached.

I limped forward, feeling people stare as I passed them
occasionally. I had been tossed to a neighbourhood that was far
away from home. I don't have my bag, my phone, and not even
proper clothes. No money or people willing to help me, either.

Finally I found a place near a river where I could rest. I sat on
the bench that looked over the river. My eyelids drooped against
my will and I fell asleep.

I awoke to a burning cold. Groggily, I brushed some snow off of
my head and stood up. I was aching from sleeping in that position
so badly, I stumbled and fell. The air whooshed around me before
the water enveloped me. Crackle, fwump! I fell to the
bottom of the river, the current pushing me along, the surface a
few feet above me. I swam up, holding my breath, and tried to
break the ice. It was too thick to break.

Unable to hold my breath in anymore, I coughed, feeling the murky
water flow down my air pipe. I hacked and sputtered but it only
made it worse. I knew that I would drown from then on.

Goodbye, my lovely world. I'm sorry. I said, losing
consciousness again but it was the end. I'll never wake again.